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Hallowe'en challenge
Sep. 8th, 2005 07:49 pmI recall, back in the days of yore, that Interlock did call on all worthy people to answer a fic-challenge in honour of All Hallows Eve.
And it did come to pass that writers from across the land did busily scribble in response to this challenge, and their work was presented and found worthy.
Except one writer wasdrunk lazy muse whipped sadly waylaid in his task, and his submission did fall into the mists of time.
Until at last the fic has been dug up, nearly a year late (oops, and I thought my university essay submissions were slightly less than punctual) and lo it was finished.
Actually, my official excuse for it being this late is because the thing GREW into a huge great monstrous thing.
So here it is, in several parts.
They slumbered.
Inert, unmoving, unaware and undreaming, they slumbered.
They slumbered as they had for years upon years. They slumbered through years that piled to decades that rumbled on to become old centuries.
For an age they had slumbered, forgotten in all but the oldest and most fanciful of stories. Forgotten even by those who had sworn to remember. Forgotten even by those who had sworn to act, to worship and to observe. Forgotten by all and lamented by none; they slumbered. So it was, and so it would always be...
...but even the deepest sleeper must awaken sometime. Especially if someone is foolish enough to wake them.
( Hallowe'en challenge 1 )
And it did come to pass that writers from across the land did busily scribble in response to this challenge, and their work was presented and found worthy.
Except one writer was
Until at last the fic has been dug up, nearly a year late (oops, and I thought my university essay submissions were slightly less than punctual) and lo it was finished.
Actually, my official excuse for it being this late is because the thing GREW into a huge great monstrous thing.
So here it is, in several parts.
They slumbered.
Inert, unmoving, unaware and undreaming, they slumbered.
They slumbered as they had for years upon years. They slumbered through years that piled to decades that rumbled on to become old centuries.
For an age they had slumbered, forgotten in all but the oldest and most fanciful of stories. Forgotten even by those who had sworn to remember. Forgotten even by those who had sworn to act, to worship and to observe. Forgotten by all and lamented by none; they slumbered. So it was, and so it would always be...
...but even the deepest sleeper must awaken sometime. Especially if someone is foolish enough to wake them.
( Hallowe'en challenge 1 )